In your neighborhood,
On the other side of town,
If you're a student of the street,
If you've been K through college educated,
you could be killed.
If you're doing something wrong,
If you've never been in trouble at all,
If you do not comply,
If you do as you are told,
you could be killed.
If you have a weapon,
If you can show that you don't,
A drink in your hand,
A cellphone in your coat,
you could be killed.
If you call for help,
If someone else does,
If, in fear, you run,
If you stay with hands raised,
you could be killed.
If you're a citizen with a birthright,
If you're a visitor to this great land,
If you're enslaved by circumstances,
If you feel free enough to pursue the dream,
you could be killed.
If you are a man,
If you are a woman,
If you are old,
Even if you are a child,
you could be killed.
Especially, if you are black.
And some will
whisper ifs to themselves,
or say out loud
or say out loud
No matter.
It's your own fault
you could be killed.
No one needs to pay.
No one needs to pay.
No matter what some will say,
If you know and make it known,
that
your body, your soul, your voice
do matter
your body, your soul, your voice
do matter
One day
in this country
you could live
free.
free.
-Andrea, a mother's vocal expression of confusion, fear, anger and pain
July 7, 2016
America
Thank you for this most insightful poem.
ReplyDeleteMy heart is broken and I just dont understand our blatant and continued injustice in 2017, especially today.
Thank you, Linda, for taking the time to read this. It matters more than you know.
DeleteAndrea